Goodness I love to swim.
I love slipping through water that is the same temperature as my skin. I love the way a cupped handful of water resists being pushed out of the way. I love the way my body feels, stretched all the way out, rolling in a rhythm, and weightless.
I especially like that my chest is weightless in water. That it stops pulling on my neck and shoulders and getting in my way. That for this interval I get a break from the pain this causes me the other 23 hours of the day.
I like feeling my heart pick up its pace. I like noticing that I am breathing more, and pulling the air farther down into my lungs. I like the subtle binding that catches in my muscles. I like working through that twingey stitch, emerging all flexible and able after a short time of just trying, of just pushing through the discomfort, gently.
I like it when I realize how fast I could go. It’s enough just to see how fast; I don’t actually need to go fast. I would rather go long.
Yes I do love to swim.